Cotton Blossom

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Evangeline's body was quivering in fear and disgust. She tried to move, to squeeze herself out from underneath him or even yell for help... But Tim seemed to be one step ahead of her and he locked his hands tight around her neck, pressing her bad cheek hard into the pillow. Eva cried out softly but little to no sound emerged. His words made her skin crawl, the images of what he was going to do to her body... So inexperienced and pure. Eva shivered and began to sob quietly.

She was only barely aware of Tim revealing his member to her. She tried hard not to look at it, not wanting to give him any satisfaction or worsen his anger if she showed an disgust for him.
Evangeline whimpered slightly when she felt his hardened member against her belly and her thighs, still slightly moist from her escapade the previous night. The memory of Wes made her stomach twist; where was her knight in shining armor when she needed him the most? Of course, Eva knew that there was nothing anyone could do though... She was after all his fiancée And in their time he had certain rights to her.

Evangeline let out a low hiss when Tim descended up her body. He barely touched her and when he did the motions were crude and nearly painful. He twisted at her rosy nipples and sucked on her neck, the gestures leaving marks on her fine and fair skin.
And then suddenly Eva felt him pressing his member against her lips, half limp but rising with need with end second. Evangeline tried to jerk away but his larger size made if hard for her to barely move a muscle. His hands pinned her wirsts above her head. Hot tears fell down Eva's face and she sighed, closing her eyes. He forced his manhood straight in through her lips, causing her to gag a bit. Her body and her eyes pleaded for him to stop but it was clear that Tim had no such intentions. Evangeline continued to cry as he whispered dirty and crude words to her, things a young lady should never hear.
 
She will grow to be submissive. Tim concludes as he abuses her mouth with similar motions of his hips to what Wes was doing earlier in the night. Except Tim actually got himself inside of her, completely lost in the throws of his own pleasure. Letting out faint traces of pleasure, the strange sounds escaping his vocal chords. One last push and she gags again but all Tim is thinking about is how warm her mouth is against his manhood. Her lower lips must be just as soft as her raw lips and just as tight as the back of her throat had been just moments before.

Tim's whispering doesn't stop, he only grows more passionate when he finally gets her to flip that small body of hers over. "Stay..." he warns, one hand stroking himself and admiring her bare cheeks in the morning glow. The other hand neatly grips onto those golden locks of hair. Before, he would admire her for taking such paramount care in her looks, now Tim could care less. She is badly beaten and his shoving her face into the pillow isn't helping. In all honesty, Tim wouldn't even notice if he kills her during his rampage of her body. All he cares about is releasing himself into -his- virgin.

"Still pure, are you?" He questions sourly, seriously doubting it. Spreading her lower lips, he jams two of his four abled fingers straight up to get a feel. The pain must have made Eva scream but he hardly notices. Instead, he doesn't even attempt to get her juices flowing. Positioning himself behind her, he puts all his chips in. It is as if she is riding an ox. Strong, yes but there is something pushing Tim to be so aggressive. Screaming out, he adores how tight he feels, knowing that this moment will be his forever. Her tightness will forever be altered with -his- shape. His power. The thoughts only make him rock harder against her. An engine that may never run out of steam. Seconds must feel like minutes to Evangeline as she is forced to stay down against the pillow, screaming and crying. Tim only slaps her and tells her to stop being a baby. If he is having the time of his life, so should she.

Wesinaco cannot take it from him like he stole her into the woods. When he is through, her cheeks would be bright red and there is little doubt in his mind that she will be able to walk straight. Yelling at her the whole time, he enriches his vocabulary greatly again and again, slapping or tugging wherever he deems fit. To him, this is a moment of triumph for the only way Eva will learn is from experience.
 
Oh goodness, she could not breathe! Her mind was hazy and with every hard thrust that Tim put into her body pure agony ripped through her entire form. She had not been ready for his entrance but it really did not seem to phase him much. The mixture of her dryness and the loss of her virginity left her screaming and sobbing heavily into the pillow... That was when she was able to get her head to the side and take a breath into her lungs. He was pushing her down so hard it was difficult to come up for air.

The lack of oxygen made it hard to think but Evangeline was left wondering how a man could be so heartless and cruel. She had known he was a bad man but need so sinister... Had something pushed him to this length or was it just the sight of her nakedness that had set him off? Eva doubted she would ever find out and didn't care to. All she knew was that her husband was raping her, ripping her apart from the inside out and not even registering her pleads for him to stop. He merely pushed harder and faster into her awaiting body.

The world began to blacken and Eva was left wondering if she was going to pass out. But surely that would be better than living through this torture. She sobbed and jerked as Tim slapped her bottom roughly, leaving angry red marks on her skin. He hoisted her hips up a little higher, going deeper and groaning. Eva's fear prevented her body from warming and thus it only caused more pain. She cried and screamed and prayed that someone would have mercy on her.

And suddenly, just as soon as it was beginning it was over... Tim jerked a few more times into her body and then she felt his hot seed spew into her, powerful and painful. Evangeline cried softly and whimpered when he smeared a bit of himself onto her bottom and hips, mortifying her seeming to be the intention. When he finally let go of her hair Evangeline began to gasp for breath and sob heavily.
 
Not a single kiss of affection is transferred from Tim to Eva. Never once did his lips touch hers or her body as Wes did. That Cheyenne man respected her body and thought of it as a temple. Tim thinks of it as a pleasure center given to him for his convenience. It's never about the woman having a good time, it's always about the male. They're doing all the work, in Tim's eyes, so they ought to be forceful. The last of him is let out and he curves his spine, screaming about how tight she is and how -good- this feels.

Hearing her cry, Tim does have a small pang in his heart. Is it true that he feels emotions too? Looking down at his workmanship, he shutters. How could he have not heard her cry out. Now she will never trust him ever again. Tim backs away from her, completely stunned at what a monster he could be. Yet... the smile returns to his face. It did make him travel the world and come back around. It's not a crime he has done for she will be his wife anyway. It's not like anyone else would want her. Tim laughs at that notion, buttoning back up his pants.

Leaning over her trembling form, he rubs his hands against her one last time before kissing the back of her head. "That's it, my pretty girl. You know Tim loves you very much," his words, however, have no feeling in them. He reads them as if reading a passage from a book. "You were just a harlot, asking for it by laying there naked." His tone alone questions her. Why would she do such a thing? Yet, what happened, happened. Bringing his breath towards her ear, Tim whispers what he will do to her if she tells a single living soul what he has done this morning.

"You better understand..." he warns, getting up and strutting towards the door. "Why don't you just spend the day in bed... I'll tell everyone you caught a nasty cold and have to take the day to recover." Not giving her a chance to respond, he closes the door and fishes in his pocket for the skeleton key. Locking it tight, Tim comes to her with breakfast, lunch, and dinner, not saying a single word. No exchanges what so ever. He even looks away from her.

It's true that Wes will return once dusk settles over the plains. Yet, he makes no effort to go and see Evangeline in her time of need. Clearing the ash and burnt timber has really made his muscles ache. For the next week, he simply leaves as early as he rises and works on his home. His sanctuary where he knows he will be safe and well out of the way of the white men. Eva never placed that garment on her windowsill so Wes assumes she had come to her senses. Not arguing, even though his heart aches, Wes accepts her position. The man swims in his disapproval, the sorrow, like a bad taste in the back of his mouth, taking it out with a pry bar as he salvages what lumber he can.
 
Of course, it would not be the last time that Timothy had so roughly handled her. Two nights later he returned, drunk as a skunk and reeking of alcohol, to claim her again. He pressed her face into the pillow once more, and Evangeline wondered if it was possible for it to hurt more than the first time? Her body ached badly and she did not even try to remove herself from the bed... only to bathe and use the restroom, and those even had been hard on her beaten and bruised body.

A week after the first attack, and several attacks later, Tim went on a business trip, leaving the three women alone as the brothers had done as well. He had given the women the key to Evangeline's room but made sure that they were under the impression that she could not be let out of the room or spoken to. Naturally Melinda and Bethany did not approve of that, and were worried about their soon-to-be sister-in-law. The moment that Tim left with his brothers on their horses, they brewed some strawberry tea (Eva's favourite) and brought it up to her. Melinda slowly opened the door, biting her lip and fearful of what she might see. Because her bedroom was so close to Eva's, she had heard the slight screaming and sobbing during the day... she didn't know what Timothy had done, but quite clearly he was ruining the sweet woman.

"Eva?" Bethany whispered.
The curtains were drawn and the room was dark. Evangeline was laying in the bed, and immediately tried to sit up when she realized that it was not Tim entering. He had not told her he was going away, merely because he didn't want her to get any ideas.
Seeing the ugly bruises on her face and neck, probably that dipped much lower on her form, Melinda gasped. She slowly drew open the curtains to let some light in, to give Evangeline some life again.

It did not take Bethany and Melinda long to find the stains of blood on the bedsheets, and immediately their faces dropped. They knew that Timothy had been evil and crude, but never... Melinda nearly choked up at the sight of it.
The two women worked quickly, grabbing Evangeline some ice packs for her bruises and a cool cloth she could use to sooth the part of her that ached the most. They were all just glad that she would be able to have some safety, if even for a few nights. Melinda doted on her hand and foot, while Bethany prepared everything they might need to tend to her. To hell with Tim and his orders - he might be able to boss around and hurt Eva, but they were not his wives and thus he had no real power over them.

At night when Wesinaco entered the home, Melinda immediately flitted to him. Her skirts were in a ruffle and her hair was falling out of its braid. She nearly threw herself into Wes, wrapping her arms around him.
"Oh, honey...," she whispered, stepping back and touching a hand to her forehead, "your brother... he is... he is a cruel man. Evangeline..."
 
Wes didn't return for two nights straight, sending a note to the ladies of the house that he had business to take care of in a neighboring town. When he does return home that evening, he lets out a long breath. One of relief when he ties his horse up in the stables to see that all three bothers are gone. "I'm home." He calls once he enters, the screen door slamming behind him. That's when Melinda comes rushing in, her state quite disoriented. The smile on his face fades, embracing her back and nearly lifting her off of the ground.

"Oh I know Tim is a cruel man." Wes starts, shaking his head. This is getting ridiculous. "He is my brother, Melinda. I think I know how that screwball works. It's not right, you know I'm against his actions but I'm a Cheyenne. Not white. I can do nothing. He is her fiancé." If Tim keeps beating Eva like this, I'll have to do something about it. Maybe break his wrist or ... WHAT? That's when Melinda starts to weep, her distain for Tim as strong as steel. The poor woman can't even get the syllable out. Choking up yet again, Wes simply holds her to his chest, unbelieving in the words she is trying to say. "Blood on the sheets." and "no longer pure." or just cussing Tim off for beating her in such a way. Wes too, is unable to comprehend what cruelty Tim forced upon her. The feelings she gained from him seeming like a fantasy.

"He... she..." Is all Wes mutters, dropping his bag by his feet. Swaying slightly, he tries to blink some sense back into himself. "Are you p-positive?" Leaning against the door, Wes slides his way down to the floor. "That's awful. ... Just... horrible. Is... how is she?" Almost afraid to ask, Wes keeps his gaze locked on the floor, his eyes wide. It's true that Tim is cruel but to... to do this is just immoral. How could he allow himself to trudge so deeply into such horrid actions. She must have screamed, wailed out in agony. Wes covers his face, not wanting to think of the horrors yet they come and flood his mind. He groans. "Do you think she would want to see me?" He whispers to Melinda. "I don't want to scare her... she may not be ready for male presence."
 
Melinda stood with her arms wrapped around her waist, clearly trying to keep herself together. Timothy was ruining Evangeline, ruining their family... she wondered how much of him they were all going to be able to take. Even if Eva did get used to his cruelty, she was going to take a long time... and Melinda feared that she wasn't going to make it out soundly, both mentally and physically.
Sitting on a chair by Wes, Melinda began to shake her head. It hurt her to know that there was not much they could do for Evangeline. Ideally she would be able to get away from Timothy, but with how close they were to the wedding... it was nearly impossible. Not to mention he would go ballistic if Evangeline went missing again.

"I-I don't know what to do for her, Wes," she murmured, shaking her hand and running her fingers through her hair, "she is so, so... broken... barely talks and her.... her body... I can't imagine the sorts of things he... he did to her." The young woman tries to shake the thoughts away, but they were stuck.

Eventually Melinda convinced Wes to come upstairs with her. She of course warned him ahead of time. Melinda did know that Evangeline thought highly of Wes, and after their trip in the woods together, she seemed to trust him dearly. She spoke of him quite fondly, even after what Tim had done. She felt ill for not seeing him, something that Melinda found both interesting and intriguing. She had not known that the two of them were so close... not even after he had rescued her from the depths of the forest.

Evangeline's head perked up only slightest when she head the door open and heavy footsteps enter the room. Bethany was at her bedside, and had changed her into a clean pair of night clothing and washed her face and hair. Evangeline still felt awful though, the apex of her thighs aching badly and her skin raw where Tim had slapped and hit her.

"W-Wes?" Eva asked softly, her voice cracking a bit. She blinked a few times, as though he was a mirage her mind had concocted. After she had failed to put the garment in the window she thought for sure that he would hate her, think she was no longer interested in his devotion and love.
 
She is a sight for sore eyes. Black and blues littering her neck, mixing with the redness of such drunken anger. Slowly, Wes takes off his hat, a workmans cap borrowed from John to shield his eyes from the burning heat of the day. "Evangeline." Looking to Bethany, he immediately finds himself at her side. Bringing her hand into his, Wes tries and comfort his sister-in-law as much as he can. The smell coming off her body is bad enough but having to see every inch of her as she curls up into a tight ball makes Wes' heart plummet.

"I'm not going to hurt you, I'm never going to hurt you." His musk is worse than ever, his hands blackened with moving the logs of charred remains. Wiping them on his chest, the thick streaks stain his tunic. Looking back to Bethany, Wes swallows. "How long has this been happening?" Almost afraid to ask, the words slowly spill from his mouth. Warm tears fill his eyes, blinking them back with every breath he takes. Even a man as steadfast as Wes feels the sadness of Eva. She was taken wrongly and against her will, forced to be a slave... not a wife.

"I'll get you some tea, Evangeline. Something hot will warm you and hopefully it will... dull some of the pain. I'll make you a special pot, filled with only the best herbs. Chamomile will help to relax you, perhaps even put you to sleep so that you may gain your energy." Pausing, he wants to tell her more but knows that she doesn't care to listen. It may still pain him, jabbing him in the side, that she doesn't want him but right now he has his obligation to assist her. "It's a herbal mix my grandmother gave my mother..." leaving it at that, he knows she can piece the rest of the story together. Slowly standing, he looks to Melinda and asks where the pots are for him to start and mix his remedy.
 
When the tea was all mixed and boiled, Evangeline took the cup in her hands and slowly began to drink it. The liquid burned its way down her throat but she ignored it, almost used to the pain by now. Eva had not counted how many times Tim had come in and belittled her, but imagined it to be around four or five in the last week... hence why she was aching so badly. Each time got more and more rough, more painful, and she had cried louder... but not once had Timothy ever stopped, barely noticing the pain that his wife-to-be was in.

Melinda sat on the opposite side of the bed and stroked Eva's hair as she sipped the rest of the tea. The room was eerily silent, questions hanging in the air. Evangeline knew that everyone was wondering how long it had been going on and what exactly had happened, but she didn't have the strength or heart to relive those moments in her words. The thought of it even still made her shudder, and fear the moment that Tim would walk back in and take her again.

As Evangeline began to sob heavily, Melinda drew her into her chest and allowed her to cry. She seemed to have been holding it in all this time.
Looking over the young woman's head, Melinda shook her head at Bethany and Wesinaco, clearly displeased at what had happened. Evangeline was a sweet, kind woman and did not deserve what had happened to her... did not deserve the rough treatment she had recieved from Timothy. The thought of it all made her sick.

Melinda closed her eyes and sighed, "I do not want to live here with that man, knowing what a monster he is..." She continued to stroke Evangeline's hair away from her face, allowing her to cry into her bosom, "but I do not want to leave her here, either. That man deserves to rot in a jail cell but the sheriff will never convict him, as she is basically his wife." Eva sobbed louder at the mention of the wedding, when she would formally be bound to Tim and have no escape. She knew that he would be rough and dominating, but never so cruel as to take her virginity out from under her and rape her in such a way. Would he ever settle? Or would he just dig himself deeper in drunkeness and pleasure, wanting nothing to do with his wife, only at his own whims.
Melinda looked at Wes, her own tears pooling. With the help of the tea Evangeline was beginning to calm, though her tears still soaked the woman's dress front. Melinda bit her lip, "he is going to kill her," she murmured, so faintly that only his highly attuned ears could hear.
 
He made her tea strong, the herbs and mint flavors mixing well under his careful cooking. As he stared into the boiling pot of water, all he can think about is Tim's form gallivanting over Evangeline. Squeezing his eyes shut only makes it worse, Wes finds out. Crying out quietly, he lets all his emotions come out while he is downstairs alone. Wiping his own eyes dry, he is sure the darkness of the room will cover up the redness. I'll kill him. Is all Wes can think of. The power he can feel in taking his hatchet and bringing it down into that man's flesh as he burns in hell.

Standing by the window now, Wes crosses his arms tightly over his chest. "There are no charges we can bring down on him?" Wes asks in disbelief of their justice system. Their laws are so fickle that not even he can understand how America still stands. They say it's the land of the free and the home of the brave but Wes seriously doubts their so called "great nations" footing in this world. "There has to be something we can crack him for..." Wes whispers to the panes of glass, watching as his breath fans over them, causing the lightest of fog in the twilight. Melinda whispers those cursed words and Wes feels the tingle rush up his arm. His axe is beckoning him and his power is coxing him onwards.

Not having the strength to look at Melinda, Bethany or Evangeline, Wes just keeps his eyes forward. "I know." Is all he can mutter, glancing to the floor near the bed. "But I would love it more than anything to kill him first. He shouldn't lay another -finger- on Evangeline without getting it cut clean off of his hand." Wiggling his fingers in front of his face, Wes finds a strange sense of comfort in chopping up Tim into little bits. "Don't think I won't. It's either that or running away. Taking Eva far into the woods and protecting her."

Shrugging, he doesn't know any other option but he hopes that they'll take him up on trying to protect her. No matter what may happen next, Tim will pay one way or another. "Are you sure it's too late for her to tell her parents? Can't they take their dowry back? They're the ones that gave her to him in the first place." Not understanding their customs, Wes runs his hand through his hair, muttering curses.
 
Melinda bit her lip harder, almost drawing blood. She feared for Evangeline's life more than anything, but knew that there was nothing they could do... by law, anyways. Her eyes widened when Wesinaco suggested that he take her into the woods and protect her. Melinda surely would have taken him up on that, but she didn't want to be rash or get any of them in more trouble. Of course Timothy would suspect something if both his wife and brother were missing, and she certainly did not want to cause more tension in their home.
But what more was there to do? Let the man rape and beat poor Eva until she could barely move, eventually and slowly killing her? The thought made Melinda's heart clench, and she could see that Bethany was pained by it as well.

"We cannot go to the authorities," Melinda explained, looking up at Wes, "as they will do nothing... they are nearly wed. And her parents surely will not believe this is happening. We had them over many times and they seemed rather fond of Tim. Of course... he was much different when they are around... a mask almost. Once the dowry is paid they cannot simple take the money back. Knowing Timothy he has spent it all already. John said that he doesn't have a cent to his name." They all knew he had spent it on cheap women in town, and of course his beloved bottles.

Placing Evangeline back down against the pillows, Melinda covered her up and looked at Wes. Her eyes implored him, her mind spinning with all sorts of thoughts.
She came to sit down on the window sill where he stood, and she ran her fingers through his hair. "I hate to think that we might have to come to this... but Wes... if he continues... if this doesn't stop when he is sober... we have to send her away. Far away from him.... somewhere he will never find her. He will be angry but your brothers are here to control him, at least."
The young woman brought a hand to her forehead; over the last few hours it looked as though she had aged a good five years. She hated that this had happened, especially under her own family's roof.
Tears began to coat her eyes and she wrapped herself around Wes's waist, trying to find refuge in his strong grasp. "For now, we will care for her... and I pray that will be enough."
 
"Will you be telling John and Michael? There will be no easy way for Timothy to cover up the... the..." Wes lifts a hand, jerking it in Eva's direction. For a man who has just met Evangeline weeks prior, Wes seems very concerned with her safety. Even more-so than he should be for white men wouldn't allow such women to throw out ideas of what should be done. If this were John or his brother, a hand would be raised and the women would be asked to just sit quietly while -a man- decides what will be done. Instead, Wes soaks in all they have to say as if he were a dried out sponge.

"So her parent's won't see trouble when they witness their daughter battered and bruised the way she is?" An angry rush comes over his voice, seeding from his distain for what has occurred. Taking a deep breath, Wes places his hands on his hips, the strong chest of his heaving in and out to try and control himself. Those striking forest eyes of his rest on the sleeping form of Evangeline. At least from the looks of it, she seems to have slipped off into a restful slumber. That's all Wes wants for her. With sleep will come her strength. The pads of Melinda's fingers fight their way through his matted hair, smoothing out the bumps and carefully taking the knots out.

"There will never be a time where Tim won't be angry. If he has Evangeline to himself, he will still find -something- about her to drink about. Something to keep his blood boiling. Whatever that something will be, he will only take it out on her form in his angry rages. He'll rip this already fractured family apart." Wes caves over the windowsill, allowing Melinda to run both of her hands from his forehead to the nape of his neck.

She always knows how to calm him, petting him as if he were a dog. Wes may have been offended once but he soon learned to accept her welcoming assistance. "Mmm," Wes breathes out as her messaging continues on his loose scalp. "You know just how to calm a rogue like me down. Thank you, Mel." Still upset, Wes' words are slow to answer, his focus forever on the ground. Reaching around her waist, he pulls her towards him, locking those same arms around her waist. "We'll take great care of her." Looking over Melinda's shoulder at Evangeline, he rests his cheek on her shoulder. "We'll do what we can. I'll take her away and never return if I have to."
 
Melinda nodded her head glad at least that someone was on their side. The young woman figured that Michael and John would feel the same way but because of their heavy biological bond with Timothy they would probably not do anything unless something happened to their own wives. That was how it worked around here; they did not intervene in the marriages of their fellow family members.

She continued to soothe Wes until it seemed he was calm and collected. She knew that the brothers were prone to having a temper and doubted that Wes was any different.

After that the young woman left Wes and Evangeline alone figuring that he would care well for her while she and Bethany went downstairs to cook up some dinner for them all. They trusted their brother in law a lot more than Timothy did and could already see that cared deeply for her. Melinda smiled gently at him as they left showing her trust for him.

When they went downstairs the two women were frowning at the predicament but also caught each others eyes. They knew that something wa up between the two... And it went beyond what had happened in that forest.
 
Wes stays glued to the windowsill for the longest time after the pitter-patter of the two ladies start down the steps. A silence hangs in the air that discomforts Wes. He visibly shakes, cracking his neck before letting out a exhausted breath. He does have his father's short temper. They all have his temper. Tim, by far, is the worst of the bunch as seen. Finally gathering his thoughts for he doesn't know what to say or how to act around Eva anymore. Should he bring up the garment? Or would that just throw her back to the first time Tim forced himself on her? Wes had known when they laid in that bed together, it seems like a century ago, she was pure. The way she let him caress her, shivering or moving ineptly.

Carefully, Wes steps away from the window, checking to see or hear anything from the motionless bed. Not wanting to scare her, he knows in his gut that any male presence might send her back to Tim. Her beautiful life, set before her by a god who should be merciful, has been ruined. Wes moves right to the door, gripping the handle before stopping. Not turning around, he pauses, hoping in his fibers that she will say something, anything, to stop him from walking out. Melinda and Bethany are counting on him to stay with her incase she requires any assistance. So be it. Wes steps back from the door, letting the brass knob slip from his fingers.
 
Evangeline was rather groggy and exhausted when she heard her sisters leave. Her limbs ached badly and her body craved rest, however, she realized that she was now alone in the room with the man that she cherished most.
Despite not putting the garment in the window Eva had deep feelings for Wes still, she had not been given the glance to place something there when Tim had come in an after she was barely in the frame of mind to put it there. Eva imagined that Wes was rather hurt, and thus he did not say much to her.

"Wes?" She asked softly her voice barely a whisper. When she sat up a little farther she realized that he was poised at the door ready to leave... The thought sent a chill up her spine. After all every time she was left alone Tim could come in and assault her. Despite the fact that she knew he was long out of town fear still clenched at her heart.

He turned around and for a moment their gazes merely held. She could see that Wes was both angry and upset, though she doubted the former was because of her own actions. She had heard the man talking with her sisters and knew that he cared and worried for her just as much as they did.
When he finally approached the bed and leaned over her body, carefully placing both his fists on either side of herhips and leaning in close, Evangeline began to cry softly. Her hands come up to press against his rib age and then she wrapped her arms around his neck, gripping him close and sobbing into him. "Oh... Wes..." She whimpered.
 
When her hands press up against his rib cage, rejecting him, Wes pushes himself away to his fingertips. Thoughts of moving off of her come to his mind but she is already wrapping her arms tightly around his neck. Quickly reverting to move his forearm against the sheets, Wes breathes out sharply, not expecting her to jump at him in such a way. Pushing his face against her clavicle, Wes lets out a shuttering breath of relief. She wants him... her actions tell him that she still desires him. "Let it all out, just cry, Evangeline. Soon you're head will hurt but you'll feel so much better."

Shaking his head, Wes believes that he should have checked on Evangeline the next morning to see if she truly didn't want to see him. "I'm so, so, sorry." Is all he can say, pulling in a staggered breath. Lifting his head from pressing against her neck, he strokes a hand against the mere hairs on her cheek. He knows that he shouldn't touch her too roughly. Too passionately. It will only bring back horrible memories. For now, he stays hesitant. "I'm here, I'm here." Once again, he hugs as much of her as he can without hurting her.

"I'll have Arathi stay with you... will that help? He will start to bark if Tim tries anything. Hell, if Tim walks into this room, Arathi will let me know immediately. The work on my house will wait." not even thinking she would try and combat his words, he continues, "It can wait because you're more important, Eva. A house is a house but you're a living, breathing, feeling, human being. And I ... I care about you so much. I don't understand how but I do. We've just met but my grandmother always used to tell me stories, silly ones, about love at first sight. Yeah, silly right? Well, I believe it..."
 
At the mention of that horrible man's name, Evangeline began to shudder. She knew that no animal or human was going to be able to ward him off. He would merely throw them out of the room, lock the door, and have his way with what he believed was rightfully his.
The part that hurt the most was the fact that Eva knew that it shouldn't be painful... after all, Wesinaco had shown her the wonders of her own body the night before Timothy had attacked her, shown her pleasure beyond her own belief. But now... she was not sure if that would be possible anymore. Her mind would always revert to that, the roughness... would a man always hurt inside of her, that hard firmness that left her broken and bleeding?

Evangeline clung onto Wes like he was some sort of beacon of hope, her knight in shining armor despite all that happened. Evangeline knew that he would not able to save her from the monster, that was only for fairytales, but it was a sweet notion. In time Timothy would cart her away and Wes would return to his own home, and she'd be forced to deal with Tim's wrath all by herself. Now sister-in-laws, strong men to protect her. She'd be all alone.
The thought made her weep into the cloth of his t-shirt, and his hand gingerly stroking her hair only made her breathing a bit faster. It was so difficult, knowing that true care and passion... perhaps even love... was so close, yet so utterly unattainable. If they tried to hide her away, Timothy would only make a scene and call the authorities. She would be forced to live on solitude and hiding for the remainder of her days. That thought, too, made her shiver.

"I'm, oh...oh... I'm so... so sorry," she whimpered, gripping hard onto his arms and fisting the fabric of his shirt. She clung to his body, not ever wanting to let him go... with him, she was safe and protected.
Lifting her head a bit, face stained with ugly bruises and tears, Evangeline whispered, "I... I meant... to... to... put the dress in the window... but... he... Tim..."-the name leaving her mouth made her shudder a bit, and she took a deep breath, trying to calm herself and stay a sentence straight-"he came... and I... I couldn't do it..." She wept at the memories, the horrible things he had done to her body. The ways that he had touched and fondled her, like she was some piece of meat and not a real woman. "The... oh, the... the pain..." she cried.
 
"I feared that you had changed your mind. This whole week I was angry and recoiled from this house, thinking that you wished me gone. Blaming myself for ever coming to your room and confusing you. But now, I see that I should have confronted you about it. Coming here, I could have seen what that -beast- had done to you." She cries out, the memories making her mold right against him, shaking like a scared kitten. "I'm here now. Shhh.... Evangeline. Don't think about it. Please don't."

His mind shuffles through files and files of images, trying to describe a view he has seen to her. Make her stop thinking about what was and live in what he will tell her. "Listen to me, shh, listen." He is calm when he asks, pleading with her to stop her crying after her tears have long dried up. Of course Wes knows that she has to let them all out, the rivers of salty water flow down the mountain of her cheeks. "I don't care if that monster is your fiancé or not. You're not his wife yet. I can at least protect you until that day." Just thinking about it makes his stomach churn. She will have to vow her life to -him-. "Arathi will be meant to signal me. Believe me, that pup can take some punches and I'll give him full freedom to fight back with snapping jaws and a hungry stomach."

Letting out a breath, he asks her quietly. "Let's just not talk about it, ok? Now is not the time. Let me instead take you far, far, away from this place." Resting his hip down beside Evangeline, he is sure not to have any part of his lower self touch her. It would only make her recoil and relive what has happened. Still leaning over her, he starts to gently whisper in her ear, asking her to shut her eyes. "I'm not going to hurt you nor touch you in any way. That's a promise." With that, he takes a deep breath, waiting until she gives him a sign before starting his scene setting. Cheyenne are known for their storytelling and Wes wishes to take her to a far away land - just like this grandfather used to when he had a nightmare. Poor Evangeline though. She has to live her nightmare. Wes merely had to wake up.
 
The two women downstairs busied with the kitchen work, but clearly their minds were elsewhere. Normally they spoke animatedly, often gossiping about what was going on in the city or sharing their different ideas and thoughts. Bethany and Michael were trying for a baby and that was the main focus of their conversations lately. However, today they were silent, only the clanging of the pots and metal spoons lifting the complete silence from the room, Melinda mixing up some soup when Bethany prepared some hot bread. It was Evangeline's favourite meal and would be easy for them to stomach.

Melinda sighed, stirring the soup around and then suddenly dropping the metal utensil into the pot, which disappeared into the boiling water. For awhile she just stared at it, and Bethany cocked a brow. "You okay?"
The young woman shrugged her shoulders and then looked to Bethany, her eyes hurt and pained. It was as though she was living what Evangeline was, feeling her intense pain and sorrow. Melinda and Bethany both thought Eva as a sister though, and thus hated to see her going through something like that.
"What if we can't protect her, Beth?" she asked quietly, brushing her hands along her apron.
"What do you mean?"
"We are women," she said, shaking her head. Melinda was a strong willed woman and had put her husband in his place early on. However, Tim was much harder to crack and Evangeline was too docile to change him. "It is not like we can stop them from getting married... not unless we do something drastic."
Bethany bit her lip, kneading the dough, "like what? Certainly we can't kill him."
The two of them laughed wryly; if only. Neither would ever wish death on a person but certainly it would make all of their lives easier. Melinda could see already that Evangeline and Wes shared something profound, and knew that he would treat her much better. She murmured, "I am going to speak to Wes about it in private, see what he thinks. We need to get her out of here before they can married. I'm fully prepared to convince him she is dead."

Upstairs in the bedroom, Evangeline was startled by Wes's presence so close. Her body tensed, immediately reacting to a man in bed with her. However, soon her mind and heart realized that this man meant no harm and she calmed a bit. His body radiated warm and care, and automatically, Evangeline began to relax. Her tiny hands clung against his arm and as he whispered sweet words into her ears, only possible to come from a man like him. She watched his face carefully, admiring the smooth plane of his jaw and the kindness in his eyes. Love. It was so close yet so far.
 
"So I want you to imagine a smooth pass carving its way through a mountain. Let's say the time is just after sunrise, shall we? So the sun is rising in the east, spreading her joy throughout the hemisphere. With the sun comes warmth and comfort in such a demanding place. That bright orange ball of fire in the sky causing both light and darkness in the world. For with every illuminated side, comes a shadow..."

Now this story goes on and on. Wes describes the sky, the birds, the animals, vegetation. Finally, he comes to the family crossing this path. The sibilings always fought but then again, they are, as Wes clearly states, of age where that is the usual happenstances of children. The tale moves on to the hardships of this family yet the bond that they have. It takes them a while to cross this path in the mountains but by the end, they've grown so much closer. It's their integrity that keeps them pushing forward. Fighting bears, mountain lions and wolves, they stick together and that's what makes them safely get to the other side.

By the end of the story, Wes had gotten off of her and just simply lies beside her form. His weight causes the bed to creak, the muscle pulling him down greatly, the springs unhappily growling in response. Such a princess' bed was crafted for lighter folk. That's why Wes is used to sleeping in a reinforced bed made from thick logs, not flimsy timber that has been cut and sanded down. Keeping his gaze on Evangeline from time to time, Wes brings his hands above them as she rests against his side. Painting her the picture on the clouded ceiling. All he wishes to do is take her mind off her bodies still raw response to such torture.
 
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